“I just didn’t know.”
I wanted to believe him.
That was the difficult part.
I had spent three weeks telling myself that Andrew knew exactly what was happening.
It had been easier to hate a man who had deliberately erased me than to face the possibility that he had allowed other people to tell him who I was.
“You didn’t ask,” I said.
His face tightened.
“I thought you didn’t want to be involved in the company.”
“I didn’t want to be used by it.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know.”
For the first time since he had filed for divorce, he looked uncertain.
Not angry.
Not smug.
Uncertain.
Ruth leaned forward.
“Mara, you are twisting old family assistance into something it was never meant to be.”
“I have not mentioned your family assistance.”
“You said we didn’t help.”
“I said you didn’t provide the money used to pay the supplier.”
Frank stood halfway.
